Atheist

James Gene

Sarah and Reveon go through paper work from their club as one takes a interest for Reveon. We then meet James Gene, the one caller Sarah took for her Bythorne paranormal club request. Reveon has a little talk with him and finds something odd. Then later we get ready to meet up with Adam Murray.

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I walked along the Bythorne High, just by Sarah's side. We were a little around the same height. I hung on to the loop of Sarah's backpack. I always had high anxiety when it came to big crowds of people. Mostly school, it was the only time when I had any interaction with anyone. So I always stuck by Sarah's side, and by some miracle I had the same class as her. But another thing was because of my eyes, I felt more self-conscious about myself. So I wore fake "glasses" but every tinted, those that you can wear inside and outside.

"So, I got an email from this guy from Werksha High School." I looked over at Sarah as I scrolled through the computer. I saw his name was Adam Murray. I could only groan at the name as I read it. I could only agree with Sarah, I could never go against anything she wishes or wanted. It was a promise I made with Mark, a secret promise that I would when the police handed me his notebook. All the way in the back of the torn up and written notebook that he was stuck in his room for three days. He wrote in a code only was made for him and I. Saying to take care of Sarah, to not let the alternate or police to stop me from protecting her. I sigh and took a seat right next to her shifting to look more at the computer.

"So…?" I mumbled, I wasn't a good person to see good in people, I saw everyone as natural unless I come across you doing something horrible. I will concern you as a piece of shit. I moved my leg along Sarah's, just to tease her. I had to be entertained unless boredom will consume me. I seem to always be needing to do something, just to get my mind going.

"This is good! That means we have more people to team up with us!" Sarah gave me a smile, God I love those smiles. If Christians went to church to feel good. Sarah's smile was what I needed to keep going. I nodded my head and fidgeting with my tongue piercing.

"I'll see, what I can do…" I sigh as I took my fake glasses off, pinching the bridge of my nose. I hated talking, but if it was in person. I would be a little more comfortable, even more if it was at night so they can't see me. But Sarah was happy, bringing me to a close hug as she brought me to her chest.

"GOD! I knew you would agree with me! You deserve an award, don't you?!" Oh. Sarah knew me long enough to know my dirty desires. Being praise was a complete turn on, only by anyone I seem comfort in. She knew what to make me go up the wall, and she just did. She didn't have the biggest breast but enough where my face could be covered. She held me down with an evil grin. I could only muffle out, my hands sliding up to her thighs and around to her waist.

"I hate you…" My eyes were filled with lust, I hated being turned on when I was at school. Even more when other people were in the computer room. Sarah could only widen her evil grin before letting me go. I backed away, not flushed but excited with what happened. I place my fake glasses back on along my hoodie to cover my face. Sarah could only laugh at what she did, knowing it gets to me. Wanting me to snap and probably fantasize me taking her to the bathroom and going down on her. Plus, Sarah was openly bisexual and I was openly pansexual. We both knew we had some sense of feeling for each other but our close bond as a family got in the way for each other.

"Now, shall we contact this, Adam Murray?" Sarah turned back to her computer. I could only groan to myself, I stared at the other students around me. Who seemed to have caught what happened between Sarah and I. They quickly turned away as I gave them a glare. Or more of my snarl I gave them due to my fake glasses.

"Ok! So I texted him, we could met him after school. I plan…well planned for you to meet him at the park near the gas station." I turned to Sarah, she handed me a pile of papers she took out from thin air. Quickly taking the papers and shuffled them to be organized. Flipping through the paper, seeing the amount of requests for us to investigate. Some were bullshit requests or pranks. Others were real, the tone in the people's voices seemed so real, I felt like I saw through their eyes when they described what this alternative looked like. Then, there was the…